Smile

 

The first smile

There is no new

So early in March

 

How right it is to stride across

The past. Into another season

 

With sap rising

In the lengthening light

 

Hope will tug at opportunity

So strike a pose

 

Walk with purpose

Ignore that porpoise

 

We can be funny

Covered in honey

 

Alluring to

A sweet-toothed muse

 

Revel in your status

As a simpleton

 

A chocolate covered minstrel

Aiming to amuse

 

Pucker the lips

Smile

 

Create the laughter lines

And let age construct

 

The ridged framework

Of a happy man